It always starts with a boy. A 3rd grade boy to be exact. He was the storm before the hurricane. There was no doubt that I love fall in "love" with him. Coming from a primarily Hispanic Texan town, a blue-eyed, light skinned boy was something to be admired. I was the only one that noticed, my two best friends at the time did too. Derek was every little girl's crush, including mine. In my mind I was determined on winning over his heart even though he seemed more interested in my two best friends. They were, at the time, the prettiest girls in our grade. I was subjected to being their other friend, you know the one you only say hi to because she happens to be around, well that was me. It was the end of the year and our teacher decided that we would have a Kite Day. I was out on the field, kite in hand, when one of my supposed best friends tells me that Derek wants me to stay out a while when the teacher calls us in because he had something really important to tell me. Being a 3rd grade girl, I was really confused when I was left alone on the field. I ran inside crying my eyes out and locked myself in a bathroom stall until class let out. That was the point I decided that boys...suck. But, of course, life had other plans for me...